Coco Rocha and Bear


I recall a memory when I was very, very young. I wasn’t even in Canada yet. I think it was my birthday. An aunt had given me a choice, I could either get a giant bear – which I don’t even really remember what it looked like, or I could get the little box which contained something precious. As a young girl, I was definitely conflicted but my mum helped me choose the little box.

Either way, I don’t much remember what happened to that present – something I regret as it could have been a precious keepsake but I do remember the feeling of missing out on a big huggable bear.